Promptober Day 15: Sunrise

Kiri gripped the ledge of the window. She stood on her toes to see. If only she was taller! She tugged her arms but didn’t lift any further. A deep laugh sounded behind her. Kiri turned to see Claude walk up. His tall Talchirian limbs swung at his sides. He filled a room with his large alien body. 

“Oh hi, Claude,” Kiri said. Claude looked down at Kiri. His four eyes all blinked at her at different times.

“Do you need help, my human female friend?” Claude’s voice reverberated through the room.

Kiri looked up sheepishly. “If you don’t mind,Claude. These windows are made for a larger species than my own.”

Claude’s long arms wrapped around her torso and he lifted Kiri up above the ledge of the window. She looked out of the window. There it was! Her beautiful earth! The big blue planet looked like a perfect round fruit in the sky. When the spacecraft made its rounds, this was Kiri’s favorite time to go planet-gazing. And look! There was the sun peaking out from behind the Earth. Kiri sighed.

“The Earth truly is a beautiful planet.” Claude said. “Have you been able to descend and traverse this planet?”

Kiri smiled. “Oh yes, the sunrise is the best part of the day. If only we could! Everything the earth’s atmosphere creates! It just dazzles the sky!”

“Would you say this view is beautiful?” Claude asked. “Please describe it to me.”

“Oh yes,” Kiri responded. She put her hand on Claude’s arm. “Don’t worry friend, I will make sure you get down there one day. Then I won’t have to tell you about it, you will just be able to remember.” 

Claude smiled. His human friend really was very kind.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Nick Scheerbart on Unsplash

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Promptober Day 3: Dirty

Pitter patter. Pitter patter went the rain against the glass window pane. Cheyenne leaned against the cold glass to try and see through the downpour.

“He’s not coming” Aunty Jane called from behind.

Cheyenne ignored her aunt’s words and wiped away a trailing tear. Her soft worn sweater felt comforting to her stinging eyes. She knew she shouldn’t cry but it was hard to contain her longing for Tevin to arrive. Her brother had left a fortnight ago to restock supplies badly needed on the homestead. But an extra week had passed and there was still no word from Tevin. Cheyenne hoped he was alright.

“Don’t suspect you like to knit.” Aunty said to her.

Cheyenne looked from the window. Her aunt sat bundled by the fire, knitting some shapely piece of clothing.

“I’d like to look just a bit longer Aunty,” Cheyenne said.

“He’ll never arrive.” Aunty said again.

As if to agree with the old woman’s words, the storm became increasingly harsh. The wind and rain beat against the  house. A harrowing sound for any traveller, thought Cheyenne. Lord let him be safe. Suddenly a loud knock shook the front door. Cheyenne jumped to her feet. Aunty following behind.

“Did someone knock?” Cheyenne asked.

“Open the door, young lady!” Aunty reared forward and swung the door wide. A disheveled dripping figure fell inside.

“Tevin!!” Cheyenne cried.

“Your shoes, son! You’ll get the whole house dirty!” Aunty held Tevin’s arms to support him from falling. He slumped to one side.  Cheyenne cupped Tevin’s face. Yes, it really was him!. His brown eyes still shown under the dark matted hair.

“Let’s bring you in”, Cheyenne said softly.

“Shoes!” Aunty shouted “the shoes will bring in–”

“The dirt.” Tevin finished. “Aunty, I heard you the first time.”

He stood up and shrugged off Aunty’s support. Cheyenne watched her brother and saw Tevin smirk at her before he shook off his shoes.

“You’re home!” Cheyenne said. Hoping those words would suffice. She had so much she wanted to say. She knew Tevin had so many stories she wanted to hear.

“Yes, I’m home”, Tevin smiled.

“And what a mess you’ve brought with you” Aunty barked from behind Tevin. She moved around the siblings closer to the fire. Cheyenne smiled sheepishly.

“We’re both so glad that you’re back”.” She gave Tevin a strong warm hug.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Amy Humphries on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Promptober Day 2: Lobby

Tabby turned into the hotel lobby. It was a large open expansive room that made one feel part of a gallery exhibit, expect you were the one on display. Everything in the room seemed too far apart. Chairs, desk, coffee tables, even the people stood at arms length. Tabby quietly tried to click her heels along the marble floor as she made her way to the front desk.

“How may I help you?” a bright, clean shaven man said to her.

“Umm, you see..” Tabby started to mumble.

An older couple being helped next to her glanced over. Tabby started to get embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed.

“You see, well, I, uh, need a toothbrush.” Tabby’s palms started to sweat.

“Of course, ma’am” the man said, turning to open a drawer.

Tabby glanced at the couple next to her. The old lady met her gaze with a warm smile. Tabby smiled back. Her held breath slowly released from her lungs. Life always seemed more complicated than it was. Sometimes even the small things wore against Tabby’s reserves. It was just part of growing up; she guessed. As the front desk worker handed her the plastic wrapped toothbrush, Tabby looked him in the eyes and smiled.

“Thank you very much” she said with confidence.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Elena Theodoridou on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Starting Promptober

Day 1: Photo

Lee noticed that her grandmother always looked so refined  in old photos. She turned the oversized album pages, glancing at the still faces and smiles. Her grandmother’s hair was never out of place and her lipstick was always in a bright array. “How did she do it?” Lee said to herself. She once again turned a page of thick photo paper to reveal another family gathering trapped in time. Lee looked at a photo of her grandmother who was smiling away from the camera. She must have been laughing with someone off to the left of the frame of the picture. Her smile was wide and lovely, her hair was flowing in the wind. It’s funny how a photograph captures such a sudden simple moment. A moment you might miss in real time. Lee touched the corner of the image worn and yellow by time and the sun. “Oh how I wish we could say hello again” Lee said out loud as she turned the photo album closed.

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I am trying my hand at promptober this year! I am in the process of getting the full list of prompts from a fellow blogger. Once I have that, I will post it here. For now, I made up my own prompt for day one and started writing! I would love for you to join along and post your own works in the comments!

Do you like to hear about the writing process? I would share it but I don’t know if anyone finds that interesting. If you would like for me to talk more about what I was thinking while writing, please let me know in the comments 🙂

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Photo by Dan Gold on Unsplash. If you are interesed in learning more about the inspiration and background of this piece, check out my kofi page.

Shredded Dreams

The moon said to the sun,

“Why my love, do you leave me each and every night?”

The sun said to the moon,

“Why do you run from me each and every the day?”

The moon said to the sun,

“For you are too bright, my love.”

The sun said to the moon,

“For the night frightens me.”

The moon said,

“I will protect you during the night, my love.”

The sun said,

“I will keep you warm during the day.”

The moon said,

“Then when shall we meet?”

The sun said,

“Only as you eclipse me through the sky”

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He shredded her dreams in a dignified air of victory. For how long would she have to wait for the next eclipse?

 


 

This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go Dog Go Cafe. I am working through older prompts to help spark my imagination. Be sure to check out the challenge every Tuesday! Photo by KARTIK GADA on Unsplash.

Hammers on Bone

the whip cracks across

his back

he whispers

“no more”

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ancient demons

rise from the ground

making every grass grey

mist of horrifying magnitude

slowly seeps into their

lungs

choking

holding

a warm yellow blanket

that smells of sulfur

all the while

the dark lord

smiles

and holds his whip

thinking he has

conqured

it all.

.

the neighbor hood watch

never relented

and even as darknesss turned night

there was a light

on

at the end of the street.

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 25-Hammers on Bone. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! Photo by michael schaffler on Unsplash.

To Say Nothing of the Dog

Meeting and finding

new news

to bring back to my time

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Flying through space

whispering all my feelings

Will you hear?

For ages ago,

I lost any sense of

where you might be

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Rippling raspberry tarts

and late night chocolate kisses

All scrumptious and delicious

but

concealing the fact

this is not my home

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Tearing through time

shouting all my loves

to you

For just minutes ago,

I grabbed hold of your hand

and knew you

were next to me

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Meeting and finding

your heart

to bring back to my time

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 24- To Say Nothing of the Dog. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash.

The Haunting of Hill House

All the gold and silver

legends speaks but

the touch kills

in a house

where even the ghouls

dare not sing

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Open to the public

Open to the stares

Where the welcome home

means

traps and snares.

I entered at my own risk

to find a land lost

jewels hidden in glass boxes

and you

sitting on a throne

only a crown to your name

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the curse followed you

to each age

to each time

where every touch

gold reaps a madness

this haunting of hill house

where the winded child

dared to enter

only to find

that the treasure

made the man

a devil.

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 23-Haunting of Hill House and the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: winded child. Also, while writing this piece I listened to a song title “Midas“, and was very much influenced to tell this story in prose. So today is just an amalgamation of lots of inspiration! Photo by MUILLU on Unsplash.

The Monster

light flickers from the

dirty dusty work bench

as a man hovers,

hunched over a large black mass

he turns and I see

his yellow stained lips and

red viened eyes

“Igor, is that you?”

the snarl of my name on his twisted lips

it hurts

“Master”

I call

softly

like the white petaled rose

I saw this morning

“It is time, Igor”

His breath hits my face

and the stench of the bench

continues to bring tears to my eyes.

I walk to the machine and flip the switch

His eyes glare in madness as

he stares at the large black  mass

“Igor, Stand back”

I hear a howl and a sharp scream

grating my fingernails and teeth

“It’s alive, Igor!!!”

He scrambles closer and peers down

In one swift movement

The blackness fills my vision

and I knew

no more.

 


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 1 Frankenstien by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! (But no promises) I look forward to all the spooky vibes! Photo by 𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘝𝘈𝘕 𝙍 𝙀 𝙀 𝙑 𝙀 𝙎 on Unsplash.

In a…

In a great wide world

too large to define,

there lies an open field.

The wind rustles the grasses and the sun shines bright.

In an open field

where the flowers sway,

there lies a juniper tree.

It’s shade in the morning and it’s comfort in the night.

In a green, green juniper

where the birds do sing,

there lies a nest

On a small branch, snuggled between darkness and light.

In a little nest

where the eggs do lay,

there lies a mother bird.

She ruffles her feathers and sings, it will be alright.

By the mother bird,

where her body warms,

there lies a little chick.

He lifts his head so only mother was in his sight.

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“Mother may fly

and you will too

But always remember

that I love you”

 


Today’s poem was inspired by the Go Dog Go Cafe word prompt “serenity”. Rather than just use the word in the poem, I wanted to evoke the feeling of serenity. For me, this words mean peace, comfort and love. Hopefully, at the end, you will feel warm and cozy and serene. Photo by Patrick Robert Doyle on Unsplash.